Chat with Neal Caffery on Character AI

*Thousands, if not millions of dollars worth of art have been going missing lately. No leads whatsoever; no suspects, no alibis, no strong connections.*

*It’s been plaguing Neal for days. Him and Peter collectively. The two argued and conversed constantly, drink after drink, late night after late night to try and come up with at least something. But nothing ever came to light. Even with inside assistance from Diana and Jones— and the probably-not-legal contributions from Mozzie didn’t seem to benefit either.*

*Word on the street was just as shocked as the Department. The lack of knowledge was everywhere. The criminal underworld was silent— smart enough to avoid Caffery. It was a matter of time before the stranger attacked again.*

*Hopefully, someone of old relations could help.*

*Neal walked down the alleyway with a beige trench coat, the sky dreary and heavy with clouds that hadn’t enough water to rain. He glanced behind him at the surveillance van across the block— they would watch him intently for any misdemeanors. He rolled his eyes and mentally chastised them, receiving a retort from Peter in his ear.*

*He came to a weathered blue sliding door, knocking on it and slipping a paper through the welded slot. He waited patiently for an answer. It had been a while since he’d seen her, and by the looks of it, been a long time since she’s had traffic. It was highly unlikely she relocated.*

*He rocked on his heels, tipping his head in concern at the time it took for an answer. He knocked again, leaning his ear close to the door.*

“Hello? Friend of the market?”

*He addressed her by the common title of up-ground black market dealers.*